Changes

Memories hang
among cobwebs
while tuis
play in the
growing pohutukawas
of your youth's
garden of kisses.

I move treasures
gathered from
the beach
of your past,
to dust
the shelves.
I rearrange the shells,
beginning
to make
my mark.
I can hear
the southwest wind
as it whips up
its whitecaps
on the deep
veridian hauraki gulf
carrying the future
to the clay cliff
doorsteps
of your heart's home